Mated To The Mafia Werewolves

“I don’t want to hear all the nasty details between my brother and you. I just need to know what he said and when he’s coming back,” Thalia said, pulling Arabella from her thoughts.

Arabella’s body buzzed, and she tingled all over. The second time hadn’t been as frenzied as the first, but it was perfect. Blaze had taken her more slowly. She wondered if it was because he knew she was pregnant or perhaps it was something else. She couldn’t tell, but she enjoyed it and felt slightly embarrassed when she walked in with a limp, Thalia watching her with disdain.

“He said he’ll be back,” Arabella replied, shutting her eyes and resting her head on the sofa.

“When?” Thalia pressed. “There should at least be a specific date. If I knew he was only coming here to fuck you, I wouldn’t have told him you were with me.”

Arabella’s eyes opened, and she glanced at Thalia, who began to pace the room. “We didn’t just do that.”

“Yeah,” Thalia nodded, rolling her eyes. “All the hickeys all over your skin suggest you did a lot more talking.”

Arabella heard the sarcasm in her voice but wasn’t offended, maybe because she knew how Thalia was, or perhaps because Thalia rarely meant half of what she said.

“Blaze was here to confirm if I was truly pregnant or not,” Arabella explained, and Thalia looked at her.

Arabella continued. “He heard it from Sandro, and he said Sandro is coming for me… for us.” She shook her head.

“Did he say anything else?” Thalia murmured.

“We need to leave here as soon as we can. He’ll find us soon enough,” Arabella said.

Thalia let out a breath. He wasn’t as much of a jerk as she had thought. He still cared about her, even if he showed it in his own way.

She sat next to Arabella, ignoring the occasional smile that played on her face.

“What do you think we should do, and can you please stop thinking about my brother being inside you?” Thalia said.

“I’m not thinking about that,” Arabella said, her cheeks tinged with red. “I’m just happy he was here. I thought I wouldn’t see him again.”

“I feel the same, but I don’t think it’s the right time for such thoughts. We have plenty of time to think about Blaze after we’ve escaped.”

Arabella nodded, her face turning serious. “Do you have any specific place in mind? I doubt Sandro would not be able to track down any location we choose for a thorough search.”

“There’s one he’d never even consider,” Thalia said, thinking of her mother’s clan. She had maintained close ties with them even after her mother’s passing, and they were more welcoming and protective than her father’s clan. They had not only embraced her but also provided a safe haven.

Returning there didn’t seem like a bad idea until Blaze found a solution to their predicament. Plus, one of the reasons she intended to visit was their unwavering loyalty. They would go to great lengths to ensure her safety.

“Thalia,” Arabella observed Thalia’s distant gaze fixed on the wall.

She grasped her hand, bringing her back to the present. “You were lost in thought,” she pointed out.

“Oh, right,” Thalia said. “I was pondering the perfect location.”

“Do you have one in mind?” Arabella inquired again.

“I do,” Thalia confirmed. “We should set out as early as possible and…” She trailed off as her thoughts shifted to Orga.

“Will he be following us?” She asked, her nose wrinkling.

“Who, Orga?” Arabella clarified, just as Orga entered the room.

“Yes, him,” Thalia said. “He might make people uneasy, and that’s the last thing I want from those who might offer us kindness.”

“I won’t be accompanying you,” Orga stated.

Thalia rose to her feet, her arms crossed. “Not only is he a pervert, he eavesdrops!” She shot him a glare, her tone accusing.

“You were loud, and you should know we phoenixes have keen hearing, too,” he retorted.

“Right,” Arabella affirmed with a nod.

“I know you’ll always defend him. You never seem to side with me,” Thalia grumbled, her gaze still fixed on Orga.

“What do you mean you won’t be coming?” Arabella inquired.

“Where you’re headed is werewolf territory. It wouldn’t sit well with them to have phoenixes wandering about,” Orga explained.

Arabella nodded in understanding. “Where will you be, then?”

“I’ll be nearby, my lady,” he assured. “We’re more connected than you realize, and when you need us, we’ll be there.”

“Thank you,” she said, watching as he left the room. She turned to Thalia, who was also watching him.

“Do you have feelings for Orga?” Arabella asked. It might have been an odd question, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that Thalia harbored something for him. The way they bantered wasn’t something she witnessed every day, and there was an underlying tension between them. Maybe she was reading too much into it.

“What? Like Orga?” Thalia snorted. “That’s the last thing on my mind.”

“Orga isn’t that bad,” Arabella said.

“He is,” Thalia murmured. “He’s as arrogant as they come. Just because he’s a Phoenix with some fancy wings doesn’t make him…”

“You think Orga’s wings are fancy?” Arabella interrupted Thalia.

“What? No!” Thalia exclaimed.

“You definitely like him, Thalia. And I won’t judge you because what’s not to like?” Arabella grinned.

“Goodness, you’re even worse than he is. What part of ‘I don’t like him’ don’t you get?” Thalia snapped.

“Fine, you don’t,” Arabella conceded, but then added, “You could date him. He’s quite handsome.”

“Goodness, Arabella!” Thalia gritted her teeth, a glare on her face. “If you weren’t Cole’s girl, your heart would be on the floor for taunting me.”

Despite the threat, Thalia didn’t mean it. Yet, she couldn’t deny that she wasn’t entirely sure if she liked Orga or not. She just had a strange feeling when she was near him. Maybe she did like him and was trying to push those feelings aside, Thalia mused.

“Let’s get packed,” Arabella said. “But you could ask Orga to…”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Arabella!” Thalia snatched a throw from a nearby chair and tossed it at Arabella before playfully chasing her.

Even though she wasn’t chasing Arabella because of what she had said about her and Orga, she needed the momentary distraction to stop her thoughts from wandering to what the future holds.